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Monday

I wish I was a raconteur (or raconteuse if we are being pedantic). I had such a lovely weekend, and it sounds so flat if I try and put it down in writing. My nephew is working in London for a month, so my brother, sister-in-law and niece came over for the weekend to see him, which meant that we could catch up and hang out. They arrived Saturday afternoon and by dinner time we had ordered in pizza for the kids and Indian for the grown-ups. The OH got here just in time, and we ate, watched the rugby and chatted and generally had a lovely, lovely time. 
Next morning I woke up feeling very tired and generally run down, and thought I'd have to spend the day in bed, but by the time I'd had a shower, coffee and toast, I was feeling up to going out. We met up with the family and Sue (an old friend from when my family used to live in England) at a local pub/restaurant for lunch (thank you again, N and J!!!)  DD took loads of pictures in the restaurant - none of them flattering to me unfortunately LOL, and then we went for a little walk to find a place where we could take some family pictures.  We managed to get my OH in a couple of them, which is a veritable FEAT, I can tell you!
Anyway, they left this morning, and after doing some washing and general tidying up we had a quick lunch. After that, as DD had a friend over and they were on the PC, I settled down on my bed with many pillows and my vintage eiderdown and the O magazines that my SIL left for me, and generally had some "me" time.  It did me a power of good.
This is how my week is going to pan out: Tomorrow I have to go up to London for a long-overdue appointment with a new rheumatologist. I'll be interested to see if I get very tired, as I am finding it is taking me quite a while to get over the anaesthetic. Wednesday another friend of mine is coming over, with her 6 month old son, and she wants to bring me lunch. I am truly blessed to have such lovely, generous friends!  Thursday I have my post-operative appointment with the surgeon, and hopefully will get the results of the biopsy. That leaves Friday free and just 2 more days before I go back to work. I think by then I will definitely be feeling up to it. Well, I hope so, anyway!
So, before I go off to my bed, I'll leave you with a couple of the pictures....
The lovely place where we ate - we used to live round the corner from this place, and I love the olde worlde feeling of this small town.

The sign out back. Ignore the awful grammar and spelling and just enjoy the sentiment!


DD caught the OH unawares...


The Other Half, myself (this one's for you Wittine!) and the Darling Daughter

You might notice the chokehold I have on him to prevent him getting away LOL.  I can't quite believe it's been 9 years this month that we've been together. DD came up to our chests back then but now she towers over us - she must have been standing on a different level to us for the photo!
And lastly, one a friend posted on our forum. Just for laughs.

 

No mojo

I'm washed out. And I have no mojo for scrapping. I have those beautiful swirls to use up and no energy to do so.  All my energy today went on my finances, which is depressing to say the least.  At least tomorrow I have my French friend S coming to see me - she is bringing pizza and all I have to do is make sure the oven is hot by 1pm!  And then we have the weekend to look forward to. My bro and his wife and daughter are coming to town (from France) to see their first born, the handsome M from a previous post.  And to watch the rugby, seeing as it's a France-England semi-final in the World Cup. I think that's it anyway, I haven't exactly been following it LOL.
So nite nite everyone. Sleep tight.

Ouch!

OOh I'm sore :(   I felt something "twang" when I was picking something up off the floor (silly  me!), and now it's really kind of sore. I really should be relaxing.
Anyway, talking of relaxing, I love this song by Death Cab for Cutie. DD sent me the vid, which was actually made for another song of theirs. I love it. Does that mean I'm reliving my teen years?  Who knows.  Enjoy.

Well thank goodness THAT'S over!

I'm baaaaaack!   It wasn't as bad as I thought. It's never as bad as you think it's going to be.   The OH drove me up to the hospital on Thursday - beautiful morning, just wasn't in the mood to appreciate it.  I got settled into my (single) room and OH rushed off. I think he has a hospital phobia.... They brought me my delightful backless gown and gorgeous anti-DVT stockings for me to change into. After about an hour, I met with the anaesthetist who answered all my questions (did you know that you stop breathing when you are under? They have to breathe for  you. I didn't realise that. That's when I told him to stop because I didn't want to hear any more LOL). Then the surgeon came round and had another look at my boob to check which one they were going to operate on, and to write something on it in huge letters with his black marker.  And practically immediately they were ready for me. I had to walk to theatre and climb up onto the trolley, and the staff were all jovial and joshing each other and generally relaxed while I was trying to stop my teeth from chattering.  They gave me the first half of the anaesthetic and I started to feel really woozy, so by the time they had the oxygen mask over my face for the second half of it I really wasn't so bothered by the whole thing and was just trying to imagine myself lying on the beach at my mum's....   

In the blink of an eye I was in the recovery room and trying to open my eyes. I could hear everything they said crystal clear, but it was just too much of an effort to let them know I was awake.  I remember them saying I was really drowsy, and next thing I knew I was back in my room. I felt for my breast and could feel a large bandage covering it, but no pain.   I asked them to phone the house to tell DD and OH that I was fine, and they later said I could use my mobile, so I called them to say hi. I had a very sore throat though, so we didn't talk long. 

At first they had said I would go home the same day, but I think the surgeon came round and told me I had to stay overnight. It's all a bit hazy now.  I was fine till about midnight when I got up to pee, and then I had to call for a nurse, cos I knew I was going to throw up. The anaesthetic always does that to me. They told me it affects some people that way.   After that, i woke up every hour, on the hour. The clock was right opposite my bed, so I could see exactly what time it was. I also hallucinated a bit - but I can't remember much about it, I just remember all this weird stuff happening.  That's obviously why they said to me they couldn't close my door because I'd had a GA and they needed to keep an eye on me...

Anyway, OH picked me up yesterday at about 3pm, and drove me home in the same bright sunshine as the day before. This time I really appreciated all the autumnal colours on the trees as we drove home. It felt great.

After he left, DD and I watched two movies - Garden State by/with Zach Braff, which was lovely (great soundtrack), and Working Girl with Harrison Ford and Melanie Griffith. A classic that for some reason DD had never seen.  We just vegged out on the sofa under duvets and blankets and it was wonderful!

So, now I'm feeling slightly woozy again, and a bit wobbly, so I'm off to have another lie down. Hope you all have a wonderful weekend. Peace.

PS Joan - that's right, it's Feist. She does some cool songs..... and they all seem to get picked up to be used in ads LOL!

Got this on the brain

You know that new iPod nano ad?  I love the video... and here it is:

I really like all the whooping and hollering that goes on - they look like they are having such fun!!